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FROM    THE   LIBRARY   OF 
REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,   D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED    BY    HIM    TO 

THE    LIBRARY   OF 

PRINCETON   THEOLOGICAL   SEMINARY 


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ISA  A  ELS    MA  RCH-  WORD. 

Forward  !   God's  majestic  cloud 
Stands  grandly  o'er  the  sea. 

Forward  !    Egypt,  fierce  and  proud, 
Clanks  chains  behind  the  free. 

Forward  !  waves  thy  mountain-walls 
Shall  tower  along  thy  way. 

Forward  !   when  Jehovah  calls, 
Tis  madness  to  delay. 

Forward  !  where  yon  guiding  glow 
Moves  through  the  parted  deep, 

Pharaoh  shall  lie  buried  low — 
In  death  his  minions  sleep  ! 

Forward  !   in  that  stately  fire 
Jehovah  makes  his  shrine ; 

Forward  !  neither  stop  nor  tire, 
And  what  is  best  is  thine. 

Forward  !  over  rocks  and  foes 
Where  smiles  thy  promised  rest ! 

Milk  there  with  the  honey  flows, 
And  there  the  grape  is  press'd. 

Forward  !   Heav'Vs  own  fire  shall  die, 
And  Heav'n's  own  manna  cease  ; 

But  Jehovah  thy  supply, 

Thy  bread,  and  light,  and  peace  ! 


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JOHN    M.    LEAVITT. 


NEW    YORK: 
WHITTAKER, 
No.  3    Bible    IIouse. 


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Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1872,  by 

JOHN    M.    LEAVITT, 

In  the  office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington. 


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INDEX. 


PAGE 

The  God-Max  .......      i 

Come  to  Jesus     ......  2 

The  Love  of  Jesus  .         .         .         .         .         .4 

Immortality  ......  5 

The  Face  of  Jesus  ......     6 

Matin 7 

Vesper     ........     8 

The  Martyr's  Prayer.  ....  9 

The  Martyr's  Triumph    .         .         .  .         .10 

Christiax  Love   .         .         .         .         .         .         12 

A  Prayer  in  Darkness     .  .         .         .  .13 

A  Savior's  Sympathy     .         .         .         .         .         14 

The  Merit  of  Jesus         .         .         .         .         .15 

Resignation  .  .         .         .         .17 

Looking  unto  Jesus  .         .         .         .         .18 

Jesus  Blessing  Trials  .         .         .         .         19 


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The  Heart's  Master        .         .  .  .  .20 

Advent  .  .  .  .  .  .  .23 

Nativity  .  .         .  .  .  .  .  .24 

The  Crucifixion  .  .  .  .         .26 

The  Resurrection    .  .  .  .         .  .27 

The  Ascension      .  .  .         .  .         .28 

Pentecost  .  ......    30 

Jesus  our  Priest  .         .         .         .         .31 

Jesus  our  King         .  .         .  .  .         .32 

Jesus  our  Resurrection       ....        34 

Judgment.         .  .  .         .  .  .  .35 

Our  Home 37 

The  Song  of  Glory 39 

Thou  Holy  Dove 40 

The  Last  Baptism    .  .         .  .         .         .   42 

The  Trinity 43 


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NOTE  TO  THE  PUBLISHER. 


These  are  true  Hymns.  While  poetically  con- 
ceived and  felicitous  in  expression,  they  glow  with  a 
divine  fire.  Some  of  them  are  well  adapted  to  be 
sung ;  others  may  be  best  enjoyed  in  the  reading. 
They  speak  the  emotions  of  a  living  Christian  heart 
when  under  the  impression  of  the  most  peculiar  and 
sublime  Christian  truths,  and  can  hardly  fail  to 
awaken  a  response  in  the  breast  of  every  Christian 
reader.  Mr.  Leavitt  seems  to  the  writer  to  have 
made  a  valuable  contribution  to  this  most  important 
department  of  Christian  literature.  It  may  reasona- 
bly be  anticipated  that  these  fresh  and  stirring  lyrics 
will  quicken  the  devout  affections  of  many  readers 
whose  hearts  are  attuned  to  the  praise  of  the  blessed 
Redeemer. 

RAY    PALMER. 

New  York,   June  28th,  18J2. 


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HYMNS  TO    OUR   KING. 


THE  GOD- MAX. 

Jesus,  as  man,  thy  blood  I  feel 

Flow'd  from  a  kindred  vein  ; 
And  ev'ry  drop  was  shed  to  heal 

A  brother's  wound  and  pain. 

Jesus,  as  man,  thy  soul  did  know 

In  life,  in  death,  for  me, 
Each  sick'ning  gush,  each  writhing  throe 

Of  mortal  agony. 

Jesus,  as  God,  thy  nature  gave 

All  merit  to  atone  : 
And  grace,  and  light,  and  power  to  save 

Through  Thee,  our  Lord,  alone. 

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Jesus,  as  God,  we  Thee  adore 
Whose  glories  matchless  shine, 

And  blend  in  one  for  evermore 
The  Human,  and  Divine. 


COME  TO    JESUS. 

Come,  thou  child  of  wo  and  weeping, 

Ev'ry  sin  on  Jesus  cast! 
Linger  not  the  burden  keeping 

Thou  must  give  to  Him  at  last ! 
All  delay  increases  danger  ; 

Heavier  makes  thy  load  of  guilt ; 
Oh !  be  then  no  more  a  stranger 

To  the  blood  for  thee  He  spilt. 

God's  Law  hast  thou  often  broken  ? 

Oft  the  death  of  Christ  refused  ? 
When  the  Holy  Ghost  has  spoken, 

Was  his  whisper 'd  love  abused  ? 
Jesus  on  his  Cross  atoning, 

All  these  sins  on  Him  were  laid  ; 


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Useless,  then,  and  vain  thy  groaning 
If  in  blood  thy  debt  He  paid. 

Still  dost  stand  in  doubt  delaying  ? 

Cannot  life-drops  melt  thy  heart  ? 
li  It  is  finish'd!"  hear  Him  saying! 

Flesh  and  soul  for  thee  do  part. 
Moves  thee  not  a  Savior  dying  ? 

Let  His  grave  persuade  thy  trust! 
There,  for  thee,  behold  Him  lying — 

God  Incarnate  in  the  dust! 

Angels  stand,  and  cry,  "  Amazing! 

Cross,  nor  tomb  his  faith  may  gain  ! " 
Oh,  then,  doubter,  upward -gazing, 

On  his  Throne  behold  Him  reign  ! 
Jesus  there,  not  mocked,  and  bleeding, 

Nor  in  mortal  weakness  lies  ; 
But,  in  glory  interceding, 

Draws  thee  to  Him  in  the  skies. 

Yield  thyself,  and  now  believing 
Pardon  have  through  Jesus'  death  ; 


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And,  the  Holy  Ghost  receiving, 

Thou  art  born  by  God's  own  breath. 

Hark  !  to  Heav'n  fly  seraphs  singing ! 
Let  them  tell  the  joy  abroad 

'Till  a  universe  is  rinoine 

O'er  a  sinner  brought  to  God  ! 


THE  LOVE  OF  JESUS. 

Jesus,  this  Love,  waked  by  thy  breath, 

Which  glimmers  here  below, 
A  spark  in  life,  will  burst  from  death 

With  a  celestial  glow. 

Nor  harp,  nor  crown,  nor  song  above, 

Nor  gem,  nor  palm,  nor  gold, 
But,  Jesus,  this  Immortal  Love 

Shall  Heav'n  to  us  unfold. 

Yes!  Faith,  and  Hope,  and  Time  must  tail, 

And  earth,  and  sky  remove, 
But  when  in  death  the  sun  grows  pale, 

Jesus,  still  shines  thy  Love. 

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IMMORTALITY. 

Be  hushed  before  the  face  of  death, 

When  a  life  he  bears  away  : 
Removes  from  mortal  lips  their  breath, 
Parts  a  spirit  from  its  clay — 
Shivering,  quivering 
Into  day ! 

One  last  fond  look  it  turns  to  earth, 

All  the  past  before  its  eyes, 
And  then,  with  an  immortal  birth, 
Bursts  from  gloom  to  Paradise — 
Filling,  thrilling 
With  surprise. 

Oh !  there  uncloth'd  it  lives  bright  years 

While  in  dust  the  body  sleeps  ; 
On  clouds  a    Great  White  Throne  ap- 
pears ! 
High  the  Judge  majestic  sweeps, 
Light'ning,  bright'ning 
Heav'n's  far  deeps ! 

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See,  starts  the  body  from  its  clay 

In  immortal  beauty  bright! 
And  wing'd  the  soul — it  cannot  stay — 
Fills  the  flesh  with  living  light, 
Blending — ending 
Death,  and  night ! 


THE  FACE  OF  JESUS. 

Jesus,  the  glory  of  thy  face 

In  Heav'n  now  brightest  beams  ; 

But  shining  thence  with  radiant  grace 
Wide  o'er  Creation  streams. 

Jesus,  what  films  are  on  mine  eye ! 

It  cannot  catch  one  ray  ; 
And  earth-clouds  hang  along  my  sky 

To  hide  from  me  thy  day. 

Yet,  Jesus,  from  within  the  veil 
Faith  brings  Thee  to  my  heart, 

Till,  when  in  death  this  flesh  shall  fail, 
I'll  see  Thee  as  Thou  art. 


HYMNS    TO    OUR    KING. 


J  A I  TIN. 

When  morning  with  her  ray 
Flashes  the  golden  day, 
Let  our  glad  thanks  arise 
Bright-glowing  as  her  skies  ! 

And  when  the  bird  songs  swell 
From  field,  and  hill,  and  dell, 
Earth,  in  loud  chorus  raise 
Thy  matin-strain  of  praise  ! 

With  incense  of  the  flower 
Breathed  from  the  wood  and  bower, 
O,  send  my  heart  above 
Sweet  fragrances  of  love. 

And  as  the  King  of  Li^ht 

The  Earth  and  Heav'n  makes  bright, 

Blest  Jesus,  by  thy  grace, 

May  we  behold  thy  face  ! 


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VESPER. 

When  evening  stillness  brings  the  dew, 
Ere  shadows  veil  a  world  from  view, 
Calm  let  my  whisper'd  Vesper  rise 
As  the  hush'd  earth,  and  twilight  skies! 

With  the  low  murmur  of  the  stream 
Which  ripples  in  the  moon's  first  beam, 
May  the  pure  current  of  my  soul 
To  thee,  my  God,  serenely  roll ! 

While  Heav'n  with  stars  bends,  vast  and 

bright, 
Aw'd  by  the  majesty  of  night, 
Reverent  in  earth's  temple  now 
Before  Omnipotence  I  bow. 

Thus  when  the  universe  is  found 
With  solemn  darkness  veil'd  around, 
To  Jesus  through  the  gloom  I'll  soar, 
And  with  a  tranquil  love  adore. 

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THE  MARTYRS  PRAYER. 

While  weighs  the  weary  chain, 
And  creep  my  limbs  with  pain, 

Chill'd  by  the  place  ; 
Tears  gushing  from  mine  eyes, 
A  prayer  breathes  through  my  sighs, 
And  climbs  into  the  skies — 
•Jesus,  thy  grace ! 

The  grass,  the  flower,  the  stream, 
The  blushing  morning's  beam, 

A  mother's  face, 
With  my  home  pure  and  bright, 
All  rush  across  my  sight, 
As  I  cry  from  this  night — 

Jesus,  thy  grace  ! 

Dark,  dark,  dark  here  I  lie, 
Shut  out  from  earth  and  sky 
To  end  life's  race ; 


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Cold,  cold,  cold  is  this  stone, 
Where  chains  clank  to  my  moan, 
And  these  walls  hear  me  groan — 
Jesus,  thy  grace  ! 

But,  Savior,  through  my  night, 
A  promise  beams  with  light, 

And  shows  thy  face  ; 
Lo  !  a  bright  gleam  of  gold  ! 
I  see  the  gates  unfold  ! 
Heav'n's  glory  I  behold  ! 

Jesus,  thy  grace  ! 


THE  MARTYRS  TRIUMPH. 

The  sullen  river  moans 

By  these  deep  dungeon-stones 

So  drearily ! 
Yet  fetter'd  by  my  doom 
Within  the  midnight  gloom 
Of  this  cold  prison-tomb — 

My  soul  is  free  ! 


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Let  tyrants  screw  the  rack 
'Till  twist  my  limbs,  and  crack 

With  agony, 
One  thought  shall  not  depart 
While  crushing  breaks  my  heart, 
And  life-drops  burst  and  start — 

My  soul  is  free  ! 

And  should  the  morrow's  fire 
Flash  round  my  head  in  ire 

'Mid  demon-glee, 
That  note  shall  swell  the  same 
Through  the  wild  roar  of  flame 
Which  wraps  my  writhing  frame — 

My  soul  is  free  ! 

Oh,  when  I  spring  away 
To  an  eternal  day 

And  Jesus  see, 
Then  singing  will  I  soar, 
Where  tyrants  harm  no  more, 
And  smiles  the  golden  shore — 

My  soul  is  free! 

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CHRISTIAN  LOVE. 

Child  of  Heav'n,  Immortal  Love, 
Flashing  from  the  throne  above, 
Wing'd  with  light,  appear,  appear ! 
Sweetly  smile  away  each  tear  ! 

Jesus,  warm'd  by  Thee,  my  breast, 
With  the  Spirit's  life-breath  blest, 
Melts  with  thanks,  and  burns  with  praise, 
While  joy  gilds  my  happy  days. 

Duty  now,  and  death,  and  hell 
With  no  slavish  fear  compel  ; 
Jesus  with  his  smile  constrains  ; 
In  temptation's  hour  sustains. 

With  his  Love,  life's  path  how  bright ! 
Sweet  the  cross,  the  burden  light ; 
Death  no  longer  frowns  in  gloom  ; 
Glory  gilds  beyond  the  tomb. 


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A    PRAYER   IN  DARKNESS. 

Father  !  to  Thee  I  cry 

With  burning  brow. 
The  prayer,  the  tear,  the  sigh 

Must  move  Thee  now. 

Around,  what  mountains  rise ! 

What  clouds  appear ! 
Wild  tempests  sweep  my  skies, 

And  wake  my  fear. 

Oh  !  bid  these  rocks  divide — 

These  billows  cease  ! 
Oh  !  make  these  storms  subside, 

And  whisper  peace  ! 

Lo  !  Jesus  clears  my  way  ; 

Shines  through  my  night, 
His  smile  turns  gloom  to  day  ; 

Brings  peace  and  light. 


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Hail,  Jesus,  brother,  Gou  ! 

Through  Thee  this  grace 
I  kiss  thy  Father's  rod, 

And  see  his  face. 


A    SAVIOR'S   SYMPATHY. 

Why  dread  the  glance  of  cynic  man 
When  fails  and  dies  each  cherish'd  plan  ? 
Why  should  the  stinging  word  and  sneer 
Start  from  mine  eye  one  trembling  tear  ? 

Let  Fame,  and  Wealth,  and  Worldly  Power 

Be  wither'd  like  a  morning  flower  ; 

Let  golden  visions  sink  in  night, 

As  clouds  when  fades  the  evening's  light — 

Let  friends  withdraw,  and  earth  appear 
A  chilling  prison  dark  with  fear, 
Where  weep  my  eyes  when  feels  my  heart 
Man's  trusted  love  in  scorn  depart — 


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Yet,  Jesus,  in  my  lonely  gloom, 
I  will  recall  on  earth  thy  tomb  ; 
Then  see  in  Heav'n  a  tender  eye 
That  marks  my  sorrow  from  the  sky. 

Oh  !  if  no  bruis'd  and  weeping  rose 
Unseen  by  Thee  its  fragrance  throws, 
Then,  Jesus,  then,  on  time's  drear  wild 
Is  known  to  Thee  a  suffering  child.    . 


THE  MERIT  OF  JESUS. 

Sinai's  flame  no  longer  now 
Blazes  wrath  around  my  brow  : 
Now  the  Law  with  fiery  breath, 
Cries  not  for  eternal  death. 

Not  my  groans,  my  griefs,  my  fears, 
Not  soft  penitential  tears, 
Not  confession  of  my  sin 
Could  deserve  this  peace  within. 

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Vigils,  crosses,  prayers  were  vain 
To  dispel  sin's  secret  pain  ; 
All  we  do,  think,  suffer,  feel, 
Sin's  deep  wound  can  never  heal. 

Did  the  Spirit's  graces  bloom, 
Shed  o'er  earth  their  rich  perfume, 
Bright  as  Heav'n's  own  roses  spring, 
These  could  not  our  pardon  bring. 

Could  our  lives  like  those  above 
Glow  with  holiness  and  love, 
Angel-virtues,  pure  and  high, 
Never  could  Salvation  buy. 

Jesus,  thy  shed  Blood  alone 
Merits  at  thy  Father's  throne  ; 
Takes  the  guilt,  the  stain  away, 
Sealing  to  eternal  day. 


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RESIGNATION. 

Father  !    I  all  to  Thee  resign, 

And  seek  thy  will  alone  ; 
Hush,  struggling  heart,  nor  dare  repine  ! 

Thy  God  is  on  the  Throne. 

He  leads  a  way  I  would  not  choose, 
Where  thorns  and  rocks  appear, 

Shall  I  his  guidance  hence  refuse  ? 
Be  dry  thou  gathering  tear  ! 

What  though  the  storm,  the  cross,  the  fire, 

Arise  along  my  way  ? 
My  Father's  will  I  yet  desire, 

And  look  for  realms  of  day. 

With  grateful  joy,  with  bursting  praise, 

In  Jesus  loved  below, 
I  burn  the  loftier  strain  to  raise 

Where  angels  sing  and  glow. 


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LOOKING   UNTO  JESUS. 

When  Guilt  my  suffering  soul  weighs  down, 

Jesus,  one  look  to  Thee, 
Dispels  the  Father's  righteous  frown, 

And  sets  my  conscience  free. 

When  Sorrow's  cloud  spreads  o'er  my  sky, 
And  gathers  round  my  heart, 

Jesus,  to  Thee  I  lift  mine  eye ! 
A  look — the  shades  depart. 

And  in  Temptation's  dreadful  hour 
When  Earth  and  Hell  unite, 

Jesus,  a  look  arms  me  with  power, 
And,  lo,  my  foes  take  flight. 

When    at   Life's   close,  Death's  dark,  cold 
wave 

Around  my  head  shall  roll, 
Jesus,  a  look  to  Thee  will  save 

A  sinking,  shivering  soul. 


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And  when  beyond  these  realms  of  night, 

Jesus,  I  soar  to  Thee, 
A  look  through  thy  eternal  light 

Thine  imao*e  gives  to  me. 


yjssrs  BLESsrxG  trials. 

Oh  !   Lord  Jesus,  hot  my  fire  ! 

But  'tis  flame  refines  thy  gold  ; 
Burn  away  each  vain  desire, 

And  to  thy  bright  image  mould ! 

If,  Lord  Jesus,  loud  the  blast, 

Tempests  make  thy  trees  more  strong, 

Root  into  the  mountain  fast, 

Vigors  breathe,  and  life  prolong. 

Though,  Lord  Jesus,  hard  the  stroke, 

Let  the  beaten  anvil  ring ! 
When  the  chain  of  sin  is  broke, 

Free  and  glad,  my  soul  shall  sing. 

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Touch;  Lord  Jesus,  into  light 

Grains  which  on  thy  censer  lie ! 
Fire  must  make  their  blackness  bright, 

And  with  fragrance  fill  the  sky. 

As,  Lord  Jesus,  earth's  young  seed 
Looks  to  Heaven  for  shower  and  dew, 

Oh  !  refresh  me  in  my  need ! 
With  the  Holy  Ghost  renew  ! 


THE  HEARTS  MASTER. 

When  Morning  pencils  on  her  bright'ning 
sky 
The  first  faint  traceries  of  the  coming 
day, 
One  low  lone  bird  will  trill  its  melody 

Responsive  to  a  solitary  ray. 
But  as  the  sun   floods   heaven  and   earth 
with  gold, 
Each  leaf  grows  tremulous  with  exulting 
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That  efushingf,  minffliiifif,  swelling  hiofh  are 
roil'd 

Till  orchestras  burst  out  from  hills  and 
dales  and  plains. 

And  thus   from  some   Cathedral's   solemn 
walls 
A  single  voice  will  chant  in  melting  tone, 
While  from  a  single  stop  the  organ  calls, 
Thunderous   and  deep,  its  supplicating 
moan. 
Now  hark !    each  tongue,  each   key  wakes 
music  round ! 
Peal  upon  peal,  on  billows,  billows  rise, 
Till  all  the  temple    shakes    with    bursting 
sound 
From   that    majestic    choir   which   even 
thrills  the  skies. 

In   some   lone    vale   of  Heav'n    an    anerel 
strays, 
To  view  its  glories  in  soft  mellow'd  light  ; 


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See!  o'er  his  harp  involuntary  plays 

His   trembling  hand — his  lip  moves  to 
the  sight. 
One  murmuring  strain  awakes  a  thousand 
strings  ; 
Lofty,  and    full,  a   gathering  tide  soon 
breaks  ; 
Voice   answers   voice,    to    seraph,  seraph 
sings, 
And  in  the  mingling  praise  a  universe 
partakes. 

And  thus,  O  Christian,  is  it  with  thy  heart! 
Each  single  chord   with   earthly    music 
thrills  ; 
Wife,  parent,  child  and  country  have   their 
part  ; 
When  Friendship  strikes  her  string  pure 
rapture  fills. 
But  only  Jesus,  Master,  wakes  the  whole; 
Can  touch  each  key,  can  harmonize  each 
tone  ; 

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And  through  his  Cross   stir   love    through 
all  the  soul, 
To    burst,    Immortal     King,     in    songs 
around  the  Throne. 


ADVENT. 

All  nature  feels  the  glad  surprise  ; 

God  in  our  Flesh  we  soon  shall  see  ! 
Earth  shout  it  upward  to  the  skies, 

And  let  the  joy  immortal  be  ! 

Ye  Jews  and  Gentiles  both  prepare  ! 

Jesus  a  world  will  come  to  save: 
His  Cross  for  all  He  will  declare 

Who  conquer    through    His   death   the 
grave. 

Now  dawns  the  time  glad  prophets  told! 

Now  types  and  shadows  pass  away, 
As  vanish  morning-beams  of  gold 

Lost  in  the  brightness  of  the  day. 

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Ye, sons  of  earth,  your  hearts  attune, 
And  angels  wake  in  Heav'n  each  string  ! 

Our  Jesus  ye  must  welcome  soon 

In  strains  which  suit  a  God  and  King. 


NATIVITY. 

Oh!  Bards  of  the  Bible,  dim  is  your  story 
Of  Jesus  our  God  a  babe  on  the  earth  ! 

And,  angels,  ye  catch  but  glimpses  of  glory 
Where  lingers  yon  star  to  beam  o'er  his 
birth. 

The  shadows  and  types  at  last  disappearing, 

The  long  night  of  earth    grows    bright 

with  morn's  ray  ; 

See  mists  of  ages  from  mortals  are  clearing ! 

Lo  !    bursts   o'er   our  world  the  sun  of 

Life's  day! 


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Fly,  angels  of  love,  o'er  yon   heav'ns  fly 
singing, 
And  thrill  all  the  worlds  with   notes  ye 
must  raise ! 
Ye  sons,  too,  of  earth,  your  rich  tributes 
bringing, 
That  infant  your  God,  adore  while   ye 
praise  ! 

Say  on  a  Cross    He    must   hang  for  man 
bleeding ! 
Say  He  must  sleep  in  the  gloom  of  the 
grave ! 
Yet,  on  the  throne  of  his  light  interceding, 
Immortal  in  glory,  Jesus  will  save. 

Creator,  that  babe,  will  come,  all  beholding, 
Our  Judge  on  his    throne  bright-flash- 
ing" with  fire  : 
And  to  his  people  forever  unfolding 

Will  reign  God  their   King   when   suns 
shall  expire. 

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26  HYMNS    TO    OUR    KING. 


THE  CRUCIFIXION. 

Can  worms  their  own  Creator  slay  ? 

Can  sinners  pierce  the  hands 
Which  hung  the  sun  to  flash  their  day — 

Which  rule  the  angel-bands  ? 

Can  God  Incarnate  bleed  and  die, 
Mock'd  by  the  men  He  made  ? 

While  seraphs  serve  Him  in  the  sky 
Shall  He  in  earth  be  laid  ? 

Shall  they  to  whom  He  gives  each  breath 
And  pulse  and  power  to  will, 

Use  now  their  life  to  cause  his  death, 
And  curse  Him  as  they  kill  ? 

Nay !    God   they   own    Him   while    He 
dies ; 

He  shakes  the  earth  He  stains  : 
If  from  his  Cross  burst  anguish-cries, 

Rocks  rend  before  his  pains. 


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The  sun  He  form'd  He  turns  to  gloom, 
And  makes  the  night  his  veil : 

He  calls  the  dead  to  leave  the  tomb, 
And  hear  the  living  wail. 

Then  burst  his  grave  and  death  in  chains, 
Our  Jesus  mounts  his  throne, 

And  there  a  King  forever  reigns 
Whom  saint  and  seraph  own. 


THE  RESURRECTION. 

Lo  !   the  stone  is  roll'd  away  ! 

See!  the  tomb  stands  open  ! 
Jesus  comes  forth  into  day, 

And  death's  pow'r  is  broken. 
Hallelujah  ! 

Earth  could  not  her  Maker  hold, 
Jesus,  Prince  of  Glory  ; 


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Nor  Decay  his  form  enfold, 
And  tell  hell  the  story. 
Hallelujah! 

God  in  man  for  death  too  strong ! 

Mortals  hear  rejoicing  ! 
Angels  roll  the  news  along 

All  past  songs  outvoicing  ! 
Hallelujah  ! 

Jesus,  we  in  Thee  will  rise, 

To  thy  glory  taken, 
And  immortal  in  the  skies, 

Strains  immortal  waken. 
Hallelujah  ! 


THE  ASCENSION. 

All-gently  lifted  through  the  air, 

Majestic,  Jesus,  see ! 
How  could  the  earth  confine  Him  where 

Both  sin  and  death  must  be  ? 


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God  in  our  Flesh  could  only  rise 
From  these  dark  scenes  of  wo, 

And  bear  a  glory  to  the  skies 
Outdazzling  all  below. 

Ascending,  smiles  beam  o'er  his  face, 
And  earth,  which  pierced  his  heart. 

Beholds  his  hands  drop  down  their  grace, 
And  with  a  blessing  part. 

The  mountain-top  glows  round  with  light 

As  up  his  people  gaze, 
Until  a  cloud  hides  Him  from  si^ht 

Where  brighter  splendors  blaze. 

Let  Heav'n  her  gates  wide-open  fling ! 

Ye  Angels,  throng  on  throng, 
Take  to  his  Throne  with  shouts  our  King, 

And  glory  be  your  song ! 


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30  HYMNS    TO    OUR    KING. 


PENTECOST. 

Immortal  Jesus  !  on  thy  throne 
Encircled  with  thy  glorious  light, 

Not  Heav'n  makes  Thee  forget  thine  own, 
Since  in  thine  absence  earth  is  night. 

Behold  them  kneel !  behold  them  pray  ! 

A  hush  of  stillness  in  the  room  ; 
Thy  Promise  shines  a  beam  of  day, 

And  Faith  brings   Thee    to   light  their 
gloom. 

But  hark !   prevails  that  wrestling  plea  : 
It  parts  the  sky  thy  throne  to  move, 

And  calls  the  Holy  Ghost  from  Thee 
To  conquer  with  thy  cross  of  love. 

Without,  the  storm,  the  tongue,  the  fire  ! 

Within,  a  nobler  flame's  bright  glow, 
To  burn  from  hearts  each  base  desire, 

And  kindle  Heav'n  on  earth  below. 


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The  Holy  Ghost  will  dwell  with  men  : 
O'er  few  and  Gentile  spread  his  wing 

Till  Jesus  to  our  world  again 

Comes   on    his   clouds,   and   reigns   our 
King. 


JESUS   OUR   PRIEST. 

See  the  burning-  temple  fall ! 

Types  consume  by  God  appointed  ; 
Jesus  is  a  Priest  for  all : 

Him  the  Holy  Ghost  anointed. 
He  came  down  for  man  to  bleed  : 
He  arose  for  man  to  plead. 

Earth  the  altar  where  He  dies, 
And  his  temple  now  Creation  ; 

Perfect  his  great  Sacrifice 
Made  for  all  in  ev'ry  nation. 

For  a  world  the  Gospel-feast ! 

For  a  world  this  last  High  Priest ! 
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32  HYMNS    TO    OUR    KING. 

Not  the  blood  of  beasts  is  shed  : 
Thus  no  more  is  sin  forgiven  : 

Jesus  once  for  all  was  dead  : 

Aloft  He  took  our  Flesh  to  Heav'n. 

On  his  cross  He  did  atone, 

And  will  save  us  from  his  throne. 

Sinners,  now  dispel  your  fears ! 

Jesus  see  on  earth  hang  bleeding  ! 
Cannot  this  make  dry  your  tears  ? 

Then  in  Heav'n  behold  Him  pleading  ! 
He  who  died,  can  but  forgive  ; 
Look  on  Him,  believe,  and  live! 


fJESC/S   OUR  KING. 

Eternal  King, 
While  valleys  ring, 
While  mountains  sing, 
With  banners  wide, 
We  see  Thee  ! 


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Lo  !   nations  call ! 
Now  temples  fall  ! 
Earth  disenthrall  ! 
Hail'd  by  thine  own — 
We  see  Thee  ! 

From  gates  of  day 
Where  sunbeams  play 
To  evening's  ray, 
'Mid  seraph-songs, 
We  see  Thee  ! 

War's  banner  furl'd, 
Down  Satan  hurl'd, 
To  claim  our  world, 
With  lifted  cross, 
We  see  Thee ! 

Peace  marks  thy  tread, 
Joys  from  Thee  spread, 
Love  crowns  thy  head  ; 
As  King  of  earth, 
We  see  Thee  ! 


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34  HYMNS    TO    OUR    KING. 

Time's  lesson  learn'd, 
When  earth  is  burn'd, 
To  Heav'n  return'd. 
Bright  on  thy  Throne, 
We  see  Thee  ! 


JESUS   OUR  RESURRECTION. 

Jesus,  Lord,  in  might  excelling, 

Thou  by  whom  all  worlds  were  made, 
Thine  own  Godhead  in  Thee  dwelling 

On  my  dust  shall  be  display'd. 
As  all  things  by  Thee  are  bounded, 

And  as  all  exist  in  Thee, 
After  death,  by  Thee  surrounded, 

Shall  my  flesh  immortal  be. 

Thou  who  hung  the  stars  in  glory, 

Round  our  earth  yon  heav'ns  who  drew  : 

Seraphs  shaped  to  tell  the  story 
Of  thy  love  forever  new  : 

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Thou  wilt  watch,  though  widely  flying, 

Over  worlds  my  dust  may  fall  ; 
Thou  wilt — time  and  space  defying — 

Back  the  wandering  atoms  call. 

Shall  each  pulse,  O  Jesus,  beating 

With  the  power  Thou  dost  impart 
Waked  from  death,  still  throb  repeating 

This  same  story  of  thine  art  ? 
If  my  form  be  now  amazing, 

Bright  my  risen  flesh  must  be, 
When  upon  thy  glory  gazing 

I  thine  image  fix  in  me. 


JUDGMENT. 

Lo  !  the  mighty  Heav'ns  are  bending 
With  the  weight  of  glory  there  ; 

Clouds  of  angels  fly  attending 

Up  the  Great  White  Throne  to  bear. 
Flames  are  flashing, 

And  loud  thunders  burst  through  air. 


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Hark  !    the  trump  of  Christ  is  sounding  ! 

Heav'n  and  Earth  before  Him  flee! 
And  the  dead  crowd  forth  surrounding 

From  the  land,  and  from  the  sea  ; 
All  are  bending — 
Slave  and  King"  both  on  the  knee ! 

See  the  seal  of  aores  broken 

And  each  mortal  life  display'd ! 
Lo  !  the  Book  of  God  is  open  ! 

By  his  eye  is  all  survey'd ! 
His  scale  lifting, 
Ev'ry  human  soul  is  weigh'd. 

Ah!  the  judgment-work  is  ended  : 

Fix'd  eternal  life,  and  death ! 
Fly  to  Heav'n,  or  Hell  attended 

All  whoe'er  drew  mortal  breath  ! 
Time  is  finished ! 
Thus  the  voice  Almighty  saith. 

High  the  Great  White  Throne  returning, 
Jesus  reigns  forever  King  ; 

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Now  the  globe  and  sky  are  burning! 
Hence  new  Heav'ns  and  Earth  shall 
spring. 

Hallelujah  ! 
Let  creation's  praises  ring ! 


OUR  HOME. 

The  melting  Heav'ns  are  robed  in  fire  : 

The  solid  Earth  is  burning! 
Creation  is  a  funeral  pyre 
To  Chaos  wild  returning. 
Day  prophets  saw  : 
Day  dread  of  awe, 
And  ire. 

But  when  the  flames  have  roll'd  away 
No  sun  again  bursts  beaming  : 


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38  HYMNS    TO    OUR    KING. 


Bright  flashes  what  eternal  ray 

Where  moon,  nor  star  are  gleaming  ? 
Christ  fills  the  sight ; 
Christ  is  the  light, 
And  day. 

Round  the  new  Earth  new  Heav'ns  now 
bend 
O'er  saints  in  glory  glowing  ; 
Pure  souls  to  bodies  beauty  lend 
In  bliss  and  brightness  growing  : 
To  part  never  ; 
In  light  ever 
To  blend. 

But  from  our  world  bright  we  will  roam 
The  universe  wide-winging  ;     [dome, 
While  Heav'n,  all  light,  smiles  down  our 
And  hears  our  praises  ringing — 
Earth  supernal  ; 
Earth  eternal, 
Our  Home! 


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THE  SOXG  OF  GLORY. 

See  Heav'n  opens  !  now  behold 
Blazing  far  bright  lamps  of  gold 

On  the  crystal  sea  ! 
From  the  Throne,  light-circled  o'er, 
Lightnings  flame,  and  thunders  roar, 
While  thy  name  swells  evermore — 

Lamb  of  Calvary ! 

Yes!  Thou  mock'd,  and  crucified, 
Onward  flows  Salvation's  tide 

Over  Heav'n  from  Thee. 
Thrill  from  Thee  its  bursts  of  praise  ; 
Smile  from  Thee  its  bliss-bright  days 
Beams  from  Thee  its  glory's  blaze — 

Lamb  of  Calvary  ! 


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Heav'n  and  Earth  then  join  my  song 
Saint  and  Seraph  roll  along 
This  great  joy  with  me  ! 


40  HYMNS    TO    OUR    KING. 

Thousand  thousand  voices  sound ! 
Hear  Creation's  farthest  bound  ! 
Burst  thy  praise  eternal  round — 
Lamb  of  Calvary  ! 


THOU  HOLY  DOVE! 

Bright  o'er  my  heart  a  ray — 
Sweet  morning-beam  of  day, 

Came  from  above, 
To  show  through  tears  my  sin, 
The  Life  of  God  begin, 
And  shed  thy  Light  within — 

Thou  Holy  Dove! 

Oh!  Thou  who  waked  from  death, 
My  birth  was  from  thy  breath, 

To  peace  and  love  ! 
That  Jesus'  Blood  I  share, 
Descend  and  witness  bear, 
And  seal  me  son  and  heir — 

Thou  Holy  Dove  ! 


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While  I  a  pilgrim  go 
Through  this  wild  scene  of  wo, 

And  homebound  move, 
Bright  on  thy  Word  still  shine  ! 
Show  God  the  Father  mine, 
And  breathe  thy  love  divine — 

Thou  Holy  Dove  ! 

Oh  !  when  Life's  day  is  o'er, 
And  earth  can  help  no  more, 

Come  Thou  in  love  ! 
Spread  o'er  thy  peaceful  wing, 
And  thy  deep  comfort  bring, 
'Till  I  in  glory  sing — 

Thou  Holy  Dove  ! 


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THE  LAST  BAPTISM. 

Not  the  water  from  the  fountain 

Takes  away  a  stain  of  sin  ; 
Brightest  drops  of  vale  or  mountain 

Never  yet  made  pure  within. 
Oh  !  Lord  Jesus  from  the  skies 
With  the  Holy  Ghost  baptize ! 

Human  words  in  music  flowing, 
Void  of  grace,  no  hearts  unite  ; 

While  the  Truth,  when  hate  is  glowing, 
Leaves  behind  a  burn  and  blight. 

Oh  !  Lord  Jesus  from  the  skies 

With  the  Holy  Ghost  baptize  ! 

What  shall  heal  the  wounds  of  ages, 
Spread  o'er  earth  the  reign  of  love, 


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HYMNS    TO    OUR    KING.  43 

And  breathe,  e'en  when  Satan  rages, 

All  the  calm  of  Heav'n  above  ? 
Oh !   Lord  Jesus  from  the  skies 
With  the  Holy  Ghost  baptize  ! 

See  !  the  day  of  light  is  breaking  ! 

Savior,  soon  thy  Church  be  one  ! 
Hark  !  a  sigh  in  all  is  waking  ; 

It  shall  burst,  and  reach  God's  throne. 
Oh  !    Lord  Jesus  from  the  skies 
With  the  Holy  Ghost  baptize  ! 


THE  TRINITY. 

Our  Father,  thine  shall  know 
The  Fount  of  Godhead  Thou  : 
And  Heav'n,  and  Earth  in  rev'rence  low 
Before  Thee  bow ! 


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Majestic  we  adore 
Thee  from  Thyself  alone — 
All-hid  in  light  for  evermore 
On  thy  Great  Throne ! 

The  Father  all  in  Thee, 
Eternal  Son  Divine  ! 
His  Everlasting  Image  be  ! 
His  Glory  shine  ! 
Creator,  Thee  we  praise  ; 
Redeemer,  Thee  we  love  ; 
O,  Word  made  Flesh  to  Thee  we'll  raise 
The  song  above  ! 

Thee,  Holy  Ghost,  we  bless, 
Thou  Great  Proceeding  One  ! 
And  from  the  Father  Thee  confess, 
And  from  the  Sox  ; 
Our  world  to  Jesus  move 
Till  He  is  crown'd  its  King, 
And  smile  the  thousand  years  of  love 
Beneath  thy  wing  ! 


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HYMNS    TO    OUR    KING.  45 

To  Father,  and  to  Sox. 
And  Spirit,  glory  be  ! 
The  Everlasting  Three  in  One. 
And  One  in  Three. . 
Jehovah,  each  we  sing  : 
Jehovah,  all  adore : 
O  God  Triune  to  Thee  we'll  bring 
Praise  evermore  ! 
Amen  ! 


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PAGE 

Ail-gently  lifted  through  the  air,  .          .          .  .28 

All  nature  feels  the  glad  surprise,    .          .          .  23 

Be  hush'd  before  the  face  of  death,       .         .  .5 

Bright  o'er  my  heart  a  ray,     ....  40 

Can  worms  their  own  Creator  slay?     .          .  .26 

Child  of  Heav'n,  Immortal  Love!  .          .          .  12 

Come,  thou  child  of  wo  and  weeping,           .  .      2 
Eternal  King,       .          .         .         .         .         .32 

Father!   I  all  to  Thee  resign,     .          .          .  .17 

Father  !    to  Thee  I  cry,          .          .          .          .  13 

Immortal  Jesus,  on  thy  throne,  .          .          .  .30 

Jesus,  as  man,  thy  blood  I  feel,  1 

Jesus,  Lord,  in  might  excelling,          .          .  .34 

Jesus,  the  glory  of  thy  face,     ....  6 

Jesus,  this  love  waked  by  thy  breath,  . 
Lo  !  the  mighty  Heav'ns  are  bending, 


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PAGE 

Lo  !  the  stone  is  rolled  away,      .          .          .  .27 

Not  the  water  from  the  fountain,      .          .          .  42 

Oh  !   Bards  of  the  Bible,  dim  is  your  story,  .  .    24 

Oh!   Lord  Jesus,  hot  my  fire  !        .          .         .  19 

Our  Father,  thine  shall  know,  .          .          .  .43 

See  Heav'n  opens  !  now  behold,     .          .          .  39 

See  the  burning  temple  fall !        .          .          .  .31 

Sinai's  flame  no  longer  now,  .          .          .          .  15 

The  melting  Heavns  are  robed  in  fire,         .  .   ^y 

The  sullen  river  moans,           .          .         .          .  10 

When  Guilt  my  suffering  soul  weighs  down,  .    18 

When  evening  stillness  brings  the  dew,    .          .  8 

When  Morning  pencils  on  her  brightening  sky,  .   20 

When  Morning  with  her  ray,           ...  7 
While  weighs  the  weary  chain,     ....      9 

Why  dread  the  glance  of  cynic  man,        .          .  14 


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